to. As she left, she called a taxi.Tonight, I'm definitely going to have some drinks. It's not convenient to drive.The cooperation summit was held at the World Trade Center. Traffic was pretty bad dur...Fu Yan rode the elevator to the CEO's office. When Sun, the secretary, saw her, she immediately greeted her politely: "Ms. Fu."

Facing Secretary Sun's politeness, Fu Yan only felt a little surprised in her heart, but she didn't ask any further.

She knocked on the CEO's office door, and Fu Hanlin's voice came from inside, "Come in."

Fu Hanlin was replying to an email and said without looking up, "Just a moment."

Fu Yan sat in front of him, the sound of keyboard clicks filling his ears.

She caught a glimpse of him, and her eyes fell upon his clean, slender fingers.

Fu Hanlin's complexion wasn't fair, it was a shade darker than Huo Mingzheng's. It was healthy and neutral, with distinctly defined knuckles that gave his fingers a powerful look.

She looked away and waited quietly.

After about five minutes, Fu Hanlin sent the email and stretched his fingers. He glanced at Fu Yan, "Long time no see."

Fu Yan shook her head. "Mr. Fu, is there something you need"

Fu Hanlin handed her an invitation. "It's a charity gala. I originally intended to bring General Manager Xiao, but she's not feeling well at the moment. She asked if you would be interested in attending. The heads of Sheng Hai Group will also be there."

Fu Yan gazed at the gold-lettered inscription on the invitation.

There is a project that has been the most difficult to handle in the department, which is about a comprehensive resort that integrates leisure, entertainment, and retirement.

She and Director Xiao jointly decided that Shenghai Group is one of the best choices because Shenghai Group has experience in cooperating with Huo Group on a hot spring resort project. The two projects are not overlapping, and the market prospects are very promising.

But Sheng Hai Group's executives have always maintained a calm and composed demeanor, skillfully navigating the situation. Both she and Mr. Xiao were pushed back several times.

Of course, Fu Yan readily agreed to the task at hand. "Yes, Mr. Fu," she replied.

Fu Hanlin glanced at his wristwatch. "I may have to trouble you to go with me to pick out a suit, see you in the underground garage in twenty minutes."

Only then did Fu Yan realize it was a charity gala. Though she dressed formally, her outfit wasn't suitable for the occasion.

Leaving the CEO's office, Fu Yan thought about the promise she made to Huo Mingzheng to make him fruit porridge tonight, but with her current situation, there was no way she could go.

She found Cao Fang's number and called him.

"Miss Fu"

"Cao Fang, I'm not free to go tonight. The recipe for fruit congee is very simple, I'll tell you once and you'll understand..."

Fu Yan's words were not yet finished when Cao Fang spoke up, interrupting her. "You didn't come"

Fu Yan'en uttered a soft sound.

Cao Fang seemed to take a deep breath over the phone. She wasn't sure if she had heard correctly. Cao Fang said, "I know how to make fruit congee, but you'd better call Mr. Huo yourself. Otherwise, I can't explain it. Please don't make things difficult for me."

Fu Yan just didn't want to face Huo Mingzheng, so she called Cao Fang.

Now Cao Fang has said everything up to this point.

After hanging up the phone, she hesitated for a few seconds before dialing Huo Mingzheng's number.

The phone rang for several rings, and after about thirty seconds, Huo Mingzheng finally picked it up.

"What's wrong" The man's voice was as cold as ever.

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat, guessing that he might not be in a good mood right now.

But having already called, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and say, "I have a dinner engagement tonight, so I can't come over..."

"Well, I understand," Huo Mingzheng interrupted her.

Fu Yan heard busy tones on the other end of the phone, Huo Mingzheng hung up.

She stood at the end of the corridor, her heart suddenly aching, but immediately she took a deep breath, composed herself, and returned to her office to pack up her things and go downstairs.

......e wouldn't put much effort into preparing him a gift.But Song Qing˪ kept asking her every day if her gift was ready, and Fu Yan just vaguely evaded the question.Until Friday evening when it was almost...